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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.