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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
ABBA,
The Move,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.