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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.