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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the funk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.