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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.