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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Pole,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.