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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.