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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.