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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.