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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Trumans Water 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.