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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.