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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.