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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.