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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.