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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Television,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.