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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.