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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.