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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.