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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Nico,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
World's Most,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.