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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.