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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.