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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.