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 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.