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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.