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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.