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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.