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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Davy DMX 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Pole,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.