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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.