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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.