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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane.
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 theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.