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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.