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 Mexico and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.