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 East Timor 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.