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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.