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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Birthday Party 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.