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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.