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 Albania 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Selecter,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.