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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.