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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.