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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.