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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Magma,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.