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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.