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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.