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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.