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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Urselle,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.