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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.