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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Malaria! 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.