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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Gladiators to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
JFA,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.