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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
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,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.