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 Dominican Republic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
UT,
The Saints,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.