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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.