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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
cv313,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.