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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.