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 Nicaragua 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Slave,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.