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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.