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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.