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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.