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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.