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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.