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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
PIL,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.