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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.