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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.