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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.