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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Make Up,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.