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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.