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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.