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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.