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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.