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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.