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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.