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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.