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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
June Days,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.