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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.