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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.