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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.