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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.