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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Television,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.