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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.