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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.