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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.