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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.