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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.