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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
Clear Light,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.