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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.