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 Iceland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
The Names,
The Count Five,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.