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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.