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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.