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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 Lagos and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Can,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.