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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
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.