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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.