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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Nico,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Index,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.