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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.