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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.