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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.