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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.