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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
UT,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.