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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.