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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
the Swans,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.