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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.