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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.