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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.