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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.