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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.