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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.