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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.