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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.