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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Organ,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.