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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.