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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Fear,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.