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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
The Move,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Gong,
DNA,
Chrome,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.