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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.