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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.