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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell 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 techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.