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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.