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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.