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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.