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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.