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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
DNA,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Magma,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.