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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.