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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.