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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.