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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Main Source,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.