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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Television,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.