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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.