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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.