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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.