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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.