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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.