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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.