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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.