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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.