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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.