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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
CMW,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.