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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
The Slits,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.