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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.