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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.