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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.