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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.