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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.