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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.