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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.