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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Magma,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.