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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.