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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.