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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
The Motions,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.