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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Smog to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Slave,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.