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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Barracudas 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.