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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.