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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.