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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.