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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
JFA,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
The Monks,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.