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 France and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Germs,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.