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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Television,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.