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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.