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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.