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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.