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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.