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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Echospace,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.