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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Can,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.