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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Jandek,
Ituana,
MDC,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.