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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.