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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.