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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.