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 Benin and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.