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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.