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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.