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 France and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.