Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.