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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Can,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.