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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Brick,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
MC5,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.