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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Porter Ricks 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.