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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.