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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.