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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Scion,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.