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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.