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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.