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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.