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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Slave,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.