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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.