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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.