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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.