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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.