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 Panama and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Move,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.