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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.