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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
The Standells,
The Fall,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
the Swans,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Can,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.