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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.