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 Papua New Guinea 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Can,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.