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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.