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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ultra Naté 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
June Days,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.