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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.