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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.