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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.