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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.