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 India and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Can,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.