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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Scion,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.