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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.