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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.