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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.