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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.