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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.