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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.