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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Lalann,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.