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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.