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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
10cc,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.