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 Denmark and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Siglo XX 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.