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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.