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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.