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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
the Slits,
cv313,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
UT,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.