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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.