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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Swans,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.