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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 Lou Reed 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 Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.