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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.