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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Wire,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Franke,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.