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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.