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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.