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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.