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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.