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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.