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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.