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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Can,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.