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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
The Move,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.