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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones 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 techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.