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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 JFA to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.