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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.