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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.