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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.