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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.