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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Q65,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Can,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.