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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.