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 Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.