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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
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.