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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.