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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Crime,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.