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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.