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 Argentina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.