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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.