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 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
X-102,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.