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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.