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 India and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.