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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.