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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
June Days,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.