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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.