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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.