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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.