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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
UT,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.