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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.