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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.