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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.