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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.