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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.