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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Ronan,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.