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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.