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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
the Swans,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.