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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.