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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.