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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.