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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.