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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.