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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Pole,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.