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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.