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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.