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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.