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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.