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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.