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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Cluster,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.