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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.