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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.