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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.