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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.