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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.