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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.