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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Slits,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
UT,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.