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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.