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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Derrick May,
X-102,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
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.