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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.