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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat 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 techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.