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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.