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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.