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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.