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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
the Human League,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.