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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
PIL,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.