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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
MDC,
The Sound,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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.