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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.