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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
John Cale,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.