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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.