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 Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.