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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.