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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.