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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.