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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.