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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.