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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.