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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.