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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.