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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.