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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.