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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.