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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.