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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
ABBA,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.