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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.