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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.