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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.