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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.