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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.