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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Swans,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.