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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.