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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Essential Logic 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
MC5,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.