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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.