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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.