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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
The Saints,
the Human League,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.