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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.