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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
PIL,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.