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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks 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?
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.