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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Swans,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.