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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.