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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.