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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.