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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.