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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.