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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.