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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.