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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.