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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
ABC,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.