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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.