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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.