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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.