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 Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.