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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.