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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 This Heat 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Slave,
the Association,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.