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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.