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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.