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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.