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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.