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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Echospace,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.