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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.