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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.