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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Cymande,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.