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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Slave,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.