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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.