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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.