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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.