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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Faust,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.