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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
X-102,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.