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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Kayak,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.