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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Smog to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.