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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.