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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.