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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.