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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fortunes 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.