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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.