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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Porter Ricks 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.