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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Scan 7,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.