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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.