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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.