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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.