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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.