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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.