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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.