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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Hashim,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.