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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.