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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.