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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Can,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.