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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.