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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.