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 Liberia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.