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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.