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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
CMW,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.