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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.