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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.