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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Model 500,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.