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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Pagans,
PIL,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.