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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.