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 Netherlands 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.