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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.