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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.