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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Index,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.