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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set 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?
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.