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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.