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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.