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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Suicide,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.