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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.