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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.