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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.