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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
DNA,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.