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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Index,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.