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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.