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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.