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 Paraguay and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.