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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Names to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.