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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.