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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.