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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.