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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.