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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.