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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.