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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.