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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.