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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.