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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.