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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.