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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.