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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Cymande,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.