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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ronan to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.