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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.