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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Japan to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.