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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.