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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.