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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 These Immortal Souls 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Magma,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.