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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.