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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.