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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.