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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.