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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.