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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.