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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.