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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
UT,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.