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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.