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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.