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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.