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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Magma to the disco 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.