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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.