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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
The Human League,
New Order,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.