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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
The Names,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.