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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.