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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Symarip,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.