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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.