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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.