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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.