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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.