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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.