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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
World's Most,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.