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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.