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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Monks,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.