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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
PIL,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.