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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.