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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.