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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.