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 Burundi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.