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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.