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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.