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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Kinks,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
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.