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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
DNA,
Hashim,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.