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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.