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 Maldives 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Names,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Monks,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.