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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.