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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 This Heat 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.