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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.