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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.