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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 X-102 to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.