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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roxette to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.