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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.