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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow 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?
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.