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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.