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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.