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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Slave,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.