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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.