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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.