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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.