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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.