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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.