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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 Residents to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
The Index,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.