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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.