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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.