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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.