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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.