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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
UT,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.