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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.