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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.