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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.