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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.