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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.