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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.