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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.