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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.