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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.