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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Aswad,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
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.