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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.