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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.