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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.