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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.