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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.