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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Franke,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.