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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
DNA,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.