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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.