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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.