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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.