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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Television,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.