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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.