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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Slave,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.