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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Can,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.