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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.