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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Ten City,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.