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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Gong,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.