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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Brick,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.