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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.