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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.