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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.