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 Gambia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.