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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Inner City,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.