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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.