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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.