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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.