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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Index,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.