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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.