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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
JFA,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.