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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.