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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.