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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.