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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.