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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Pole,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.