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 China 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.