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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Little Man to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.